Free Living in Secret: Living In..., Book 3 by Jackie Ashenden Page B

“Suck it like it’s my cock. And if you do it well enough, maybe I’ll let you come.”
    Perhaps she had gone too far, a part of her desperate to turn back. But now it was too late and she knew it. She’d opened the box and let out the darkness, and there was no way she could put it back in again.
    Perhaps you don’t even want to.
    She closed her mouth on Connor’s thumb, swirling her tongue around him. And she licked him, sucked him. Did exactly what she was told, watching as the desire in his gaze burned brighter, fiercer. God, she wasn’t the only one who was desperate.
    Raphael’s thrusts became faster, the slide of his cock inside her a delicious friction that had her forgetting she was supposed to be hiding her pleasure. Restraining her desire. Had her forgetting who she was entirely.
    She gave a strangled moan, lifting her hands to touch the man standing in front of her, wanting him helplessly.
    “Oh, no you don’t,” Connor said softly. “Hold her hands down.”
    And Raphael’s fingers were there, wrapping around her wrists, gently pulling her hands down onto the arms of the chair and keeping them there.
    She took a ragged breath, the sense of restraint both exciting and maddening. In retaliation she closed her teeth around Connor’s thumb, watching with intense satisfaction as the look in his eyes flared.
    “Harder,” he growled. “Fuck her harder.”
    Raphael’s body flexed under hers, his fingers tight on her wrists as he thrust up into her in short, hard movements.
    Everything began to dissolve around the edges, including all her plans and good intentions. There was only this. Only the pleasure Connor was directing. Only the release that was so near and yet so damn far away.
    She moaned, Raphael’s ragged breathing against her ear as he turned his face into her hair.
    “What do you need to do, dirty girl?” Connor murmured. He took his thumb out of her mouth, slicking it over her lower lip, making it wet. “I want to hear you say it.”
    “I…” She could barely speak. “I need to… come.”
    “And what do you say?”
    “P-please.”
    “Please what?”
    “Please, Connor.”
    “Beg me, dirty girl. Beg me and I might let you.”
    And the words came out whether she wanted them to or not. “Please, Connor. Oh, please. Please let me come.”
    A savage kind of smile turned his mouth. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
    He reached down between her thighs with his other hand and found her clit. Brushed his thumb over it once, twice.
    Raw lightning ignited as the orgasm rushed over her, Connor’s mouth covering hers. Swallowing her choked scream and the series of desperate cries that followed it as she rode out the wave of unbelievable pleasure.
    Raphael let go of her hands, one arm sliding around her waist and holding her still as he thrust hard and deep, chasing his own release, his sharp groan echoing as he found it.
    Victoria closed her eyes, aware only of Connor’s mouth, tasting him in the bright darkness behind her lids, whisky and heat, and an unexpected sweetness. His fingers wound into her hair, cradling her head as the kiss went on and on. As she lost herself in it.
    He’d never kissed her like this before, with raw passion and heat, his tongue exploring, caressing. Their kisses had always been perfunctory, dutiful almost. Kisses that had left her empty and hollow.
    But this was nothing like that. This kiss had her shaking, her already satisfied body gathering itself into desire with shocking speed.
    She put her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward into him.
    This was what she wanted. What she had always wanted. More of this, more of him.
    And she wasn’t going to be satisfied anymore with anything less.

Chapter Five
    Her hair was the softest thing he’d ever touched and she tasted of the wine she’d been drinking and of desperation. Of pure, passionate sex. And all he could think of was it was a bloody good thing he hadn’t ever kissed her like this